Happy Monday, dear reader! We are having a deluge here in south Florida, as the rainy season commences and the greenery overtakes everything. Our mango and avocado trees are heavy with fruit hanging nearly to the ground, like some oddly edible Christmas trees. But rainy days are also quite conducive to painting, mending, organizing and thinking. My brain feels heavy with ideas.
A deep dive back in to Mark Nepo's The One Life We're Given and a chapter on talent. I couldn't imagine what spin Nepo might have on this topic, but he had me oooooohing and aaaaahhhhhing from the first page. When you were quite young, sweetest of readers, was your talent seeing the moon? Picking the best color from the crayon box? Knowing which jelly was best? Finding cloud animals? Or maybe knowing when grown-ups were angry, or when your sister needed a hug? Nepo had me teary again when he wrote "We're so focused on our talents of doing that we often ignore our talents of being." That's right, your talent and mine begins with just being.
We knew this as youngsters - we felt glorious and gifted merely by existing! Until the world told us we had to be more. Nepo assures us "our quest for purpose begins with knowing our natural gifts. Then our life's work becomes the inevitable journey of becoming what we already are."
I spent Mother's Day looking at some very old photos...fifty plus years ago. At the age of four, hanging on to my dad's chin was a serious purpose. What was I already at that age? Determined, tenacious and headstrong. I wish I could remember more - there is surely wisdom in that younger me.
Nepo throws down this one sentence - "This is one purpose of the soul: to reach and bring things close." Not just safe things, not only pleasant things, just things. The girl in today's painting brings the bird close. They examine each other intently. Maybe seeking sweetness, maybe just seeking. Reaching, bringing each other close. Just being.